LIFT UP YOUR HEADS, O GATES

Lift up, lift up your heads, O gates,

And be lifted up, O ancient doors,

Lift up, lift up your heads, O gates,

That the King of glory may come in.

The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof,

The world and those who dwell therein,

For He has founded it upon the seas,

And established it upon the rivers.

Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?

And who shall enter his holy place?

Those who have clean hands and a pure heart

And do not lift up their soul to what is false.

Who is this King of glory?

The Lord, strong and mighty,

Mighty in battle, the Lord of hosts,

He is the King of glory.